"I will miss you because you were once a part of my life, because you’re not here anymore and because it hurts."
thought catalog
There are still a lot of sleepless nights, tears and hurt.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 8, 2012
Jun 5, 2012
how's things at your side? I made myself pretty busy lately, which is a good thing. You've no idea how many times a day I just stared at my phone wanting to call you, but eventually nothing happens. When are you free/ not working? We need to talk. This sounds like a preempt to a breakup already, even though it technically isn't one. Sometimes when I rationally think about it, ending things is probably be the best way out for both of us, but that doesn't make things any easier, or less painful. This whole thing is slowly eating me up.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 1, 2012
Hey, uhm I'm back. I'm sorry I missed your two calls yst. It's not like I intentionally avoided the call, I just kinda didn't call back. That was really immature of me I'm sorry. A part of me is still really not ready to be back in Sg, and the two weeks away did gave me a lot of time to think about us. Right now my mind's in huge mess, and I've got so many jumbled up thoughts and feelings I need to straighten out. I wrote you a short letter while I was there, will scan and post it up to you abit later. Give me a little bit more time, maybe until the end of the week or something, will you? L
May 12, 2012
May 5, 2012
--How do you love me? he asked, needing endless reassurance.
She thought for a moment, picked a piece of lint off her dress. Choosing her words carefully.
--I think of you constantly. I imagine a world in which we can be together. I regret not writting to you after the accident. I lie awake at night feeling you touch me. I believe we were meant to be together.
He drew a long breath.
--Is that enough? she asked.
Anita Shreve, The last time they met
I know I just saw you yesterday, but when will be the next time I see you again?
She thought for a moment, picked a piece of lint off her dress. Choosing her words carefully.
--I think of you constantly. I imagine a world in which we can be together. I regret not writting to you after the accident. I lie awake at night feeling you touch me. I believe we were meant to be together.
He drew a long breath.
--Is that enough? she asked.
Anita Shreve, The last time they met
I know I just saw you yesterday, but when will be the next time I see you again?
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